I Need A Woman
I'm the guy on the bass in the background. This was taken around 1972 when I was briefly part of a small band performing "Take Five" in my college talent contest, Tiger Tangles. The following was written around that time as well:
I Need A Woman
Lyrics by Michael Vance
Written August 4th, 1971
Once, you know, I trust, I caught:
“clouds homogenize into dust.
Armored in pieces of tree sperm
ants are partial to squashed worm.
But…
Now, it’s true, quite laced with wine,
people evaporate into swine
cities are splotches of human spit
man is destroyed by human wit.
Ah, I need a woman to, when I’m down,
knock me in the head
to
pull me ‘round
slap me into bed
and kiss away the searing city sidewalks
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, it multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”
Then, you see, I saw, quite so
summer transfigured into snow
pears in patches of speary lawn
wasps made holy in sticky yawns
But…
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, It multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”
Ah, I need a woman to, when I’m down,
knock me in the head
to
pull me ‘round
slap me into bed
and kiss away the searing city sidewalks
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, it multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”
I Need A Woman
I'm the guy on the bass in the background. This was taken around 1972 when I was briefly part of a small band performing "Take Five" in my college talent contest, Tiger Tangles. The following was written around that time as well:
I Need A Woman
Lyrics by Michael Vance
Written August 4th, 1971
Once, you know, I trust, I caught:
“clouds homogenize into dust.
Armored in pieces of tree sperm
ants are partial to squashed worm.
But…
Now, it’s true, quite laced with wine,
people evaporate into swine
cities are splotches of human spit
man is destroyed by human wit.
Ah, I need a woman to, when I’m down,
knock me in the head
to
pull me ‘round
slap me into bed
and kiss away the searing city sidewalks
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, it multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”
Then, you see, I saw, quite so
summer transfigured into snow
pears in patches of speary lawn
wasps made holy in sticky yawns
But…
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, It multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”
Ah, I need a woman to, when I’m down,
knock me in the head
to
pull me ‘round
slap me into bed
and kiss away the searing city sidewalks
“The CPA was sick today; you’ll have to tomorrow—sir?
“Yes, we’ve heard the news as well, it multiplies my sorrow.
“Well?”